Okay class, that's it for today.

"Okay class, that's it for today." with these words Rebecca concluded her math lesson. It had been a long day and she had trouble sleeping, so that she wanted the lesson to end at least as much as the students. She only remained until everybody had packed their stuff, answered a few questions, then made her way out of the building straight to a small coffee stand that was set up at the campus of the institute for the gifted. She grabbed her usual coffee, sat down on a nearby bench, and relaxed for the first time that day.

(anyone on the institute campus could notice her sitting there so feel free to interact)

A tall woman is strutting about the campus grounds, her gaze fixed ahead of her as various images and lines of text were displayed on her visor. Though focused, she seemed completely aware of her surroundings.

"So this is an educational establishment for gifted individuals. How...lackluster to say the least."

She said allowed, though really it was directed to no one but herself.

"If you say so. I just think you are missing out on more than a few things."

She proceeds to take a sip of her juice.

(I wanted to add the one picture of that sassy black woman taking a sip of her juice for the lulu, but apparently typing this into Google brings up pictures of white women taking a sip of their juice. Racist-ass Google)

"9 letters?" she thinks for the a second, not yet noticing the man who asked the question. After she finished counting the letters she finally looked at him. "Can't think if anything with 9... Where is your head?"

Ulysses had been working for a few days ever since he had arrived on Earth. During that time he'd managed to set up a small lab in the underground train station that Ranger had showed him using money he borrowed from ANIA. After only a few hours of going over the details of the Federation's teleportation data, he came to the conclusion he would need help. And so that's why Rebecca would find a large man in a hoodie standing near her table.

"Excuse me, Professor Connor, may I speak with you for a moment?" The man is certainly not a student or faculty member here, but his face doesn't read threatening.

She looked up at the man, scanned him for a while, then sighed. She had some kind of feeling what was coming and it wouldn't have been the first time someone asked for her help with something illegal. Still she wanted to know what the guy was up to, perhaps there was even something challenging he needed help with.

"Alright, I am tired, so if you want to talk to me in private, then I have bad news for you. But you can join me here if it is no problem."

"That's fine." He sits, pulls out a half loaded pipe and a match, then starts to smoke after removing his hoodie. Rebecca would no doubt see the metal plate at the back of his head, though what it is exactly would be a mystery.

"Tell me how much you know about an Einstein-Rosen Bridge, professor."

She notices the metal plate on his head but pays no real attention to it. She wanted to know what he wanted to say.

"Ugh... Einstein." she held her head as if she were in pain. "All this guy knew was to talk big and he was lucky enough that his relativity theory described that little of physics knew back then. He was an idiot wo mobbed Nikola Tesla, the probably best technician ever into quitting science right before Tesla was about to make the biggest scientific breakthrough ever."

She leaned in. "The breakthrough would probably be more interesting to you though. Teleportation, matter cloning, and infinite energy."

"Yes, I read up about them. Brilliant minds, and they both were right in certain regards. But that's not what I'm here to discuss with you. I need your assistance building a dimensional teleporter." He blows his smoke through his nose and waits for her reply.

"Both brilliant minds? Tesla had built a device that creates energy out of nothing while Einstein was still in preschool. And he would have proven that everything Einstein had shown was a lie if he hadnt quit..."

she pauses to catch her breath. It seemed that she was very passionate about this topic.

"Dimensional teleporter? Well neither Einstein or Tesla can help you there. But luckily I know a guy."

"Professor, with all due respect, I don't much give a shit about Tesla or Einstein right now; I want to find a way home to prevent mass genocide. Just look at this." He pulls out a tablet from his hoodie and sets it down in front of her. It holds several long, extremely complex mathematical proofs that even the professor might find mind boggling. After all, even the teleporters that exist on the planet are nothing like the ones that sent him here.

Ehe looks over the equations and thinks. While a large part of them are more or less familiar, there is a couple that are entirely new to her, but they made sense. She quickly finished her coffee, then stood up.

"Come, I have to show you something. We have one of these teleporters here at the institute."

They moved in the direction of the building where the training facilities were.

"Okay, histor lesson time. Its 1942, height of the second world war, the allies employed scientists across the globe to assist them with the war, they were tasked with developing stealth for submarines."

"One of these scientists, we don't know anything about him except what the other scientists said about him, it was the most secret project ever. However, he developed a device that made a submarine disappear completely, and forever. The only explanation is that the thing is a portal into another dimension. We have one of these here for target practice, since it only works one way it seems it is nice for students to be able to shoot whatever they can without damaging the building. "

Beth in her everyday clothing seems to be on campus. She doesn't look to be wearing anything that would mark her as a student but she is there just the same. After ordering a drink she looks for an empty seat. She sees one of the few across from Rebecca.

"There isn't, there are just some people who think that they are better than others and therefore must act like Gods or whatever. Especially with some teachers here who think they are special just because they can control metal."